Slip In the Night

A/N: My interpretation of the beginnings of the B/V relationship might have begun.

It was already late into the evening at Capsule Corp, as the sky had become a blanket of twinkling stars covering over the world. It was still pleasant for the summer months, the air wasn't warm but a gentle breeze kept the world cooled. It was a great time to gaze upwards into the stars and make a wish for what one would desire on a night like this.

A tired young woman was still sitting at her desk, the vast escape of the world lay beyond her one way glass. Wishing that her last cup of coffee would start working its way into her system. Her drained energy coming as a result of housing a certain saiyan that demanded anything and everything for his training without so much as a thank you. It had turned her more irritable, but with the knowledge of everyone dying in the future because of these androids she had to push aside her own thoughts.

The closer that day came the more she began to wonder if they were all doing enough, the progress of her friends when presented with a challenge was always met. Time though wasn't on their sides and it was a countdown until the world would be turned upside down. On top of that she was working for her father at Capsule Corp full time. The royal pain in her ass didn't understand that she still had other responsbilities and people that needed her more than him, not that he cared in the slightest.

As if managing both things could be simple, the prince would have none of her excuses and she didn't want him causing any unnecessary stress for her father.

She wished she was still 16 again, carefree and looking all over the world for the dragonballs to wish for a field of strawberries or the perfect boyfriend.

She sighed, nonetheless, there was something that required more of her attention, she just needed a day to herself and soon. A little me time, a spa treatment with the works would do her wonders and maybe more than four hours of sleep a day. Keeping up with Vegeta's demanding upgrades and the company was driving her stress levels through the rough.

Shaking her head she looked back to her latest 'repair' or destroyed bot thanks to said saiyan.

"Just another hour…" She told herself.

If she was at least appreciated for all the hard work she did she could at least forgive some of the shit she was going through with her house guest. Not because she desperately wanted to sleep more, but because she hadn't been able to spend any time with her family and hell her boyfriend. Each day it was more of this and that and she hoping that somehow another explosion in that gravity chamber might just knock Vegeta out cold for a week.

Of course, she couldn't harm him knowingly, he'd do on his own but she did care about his safety. She didn't want anyone to die because of her inventions she wasn't out looking to kill him but a thank you would be nice to hear at least once.

Bulma shok her head softly, before deciding to shake her unecessary thoughts. She had been mulling far too long over the saiyan prince's lack of appreciation; he'd come around one day. Propping up her soldering iron she went back to making her final adjustments as the feeling of her coffee began to kick in. She had a time crunch as always and the smell of her mother's cooking was still lingering in the air.

Coming back to the main kitchen a smile on her lips as she could still smell that fresh aroma from her mother. There wasn't another Bunny Briefs in the world as her mother had set out her favorite salad, pasta, and dessert. It all smelled wonderful and she clearly was trying to brighten her spirits in addition to the other small mountain of food for a hungry saiyan.

"You're the best mom," She said with a smile as she sat down to take a small bite before heading off to shower and sleep. She'd finished earlier than she thought and might break five hours of sleep tonight.

Bulma felt a slight pinch as she thought about her mom, she understood why. Her mother had been pressuring her to start a family, to enjoy and share your life with someone. Originally it had been Yamcha as she always said how handsome he was but up until a few months ago she'd been suggesting someone else as if a joke. But somehow Bulma thought that couldn't be it.

"Me and Vegeta… yeah right that guy wouldn't give her two seconds to thank her for working for him tirelessly. As if he'd be husband material

Yet her mother always said he was just a lonely boy, and he needed someone. Forgetting entirely that she had Yamcha, even if they weren't the most stable relationship they still made it work somehow. But seriously why would her mom ever picture her and Vegeta?

She shook her head as she looked to the window and the glow of the full moon shining just outside. It looked amazing as she wrapped up her meal heading over to the sink and set her dishes down save her dessert. That was coming with her to her room for a treat.

Smiling to herself as she had a small fork and a bite of her mother's triple, devil's chocolate cake. Moaning with delight at the taste rolling over her tongue. She was ready to enjoy her extra hour of sleep.

Walking up the stairs her fork and treat in hand she was happily humming to herself as she slowly reached the top, however she was so lost in her haze her foot slipped on the stop of the steps. The impact came quickly and several painful moments later before Bulma could protect her head, it was hit several times on the steps. The hit had come as a complete surprise she almost didn't realize it had happened. She blinked realizing she was now looking up at the steps until the pain finally kicked into her head. It hit her like a ton of bricks making Bulma's head throb and pound, before she managed to roll onto her hands on knees. Her treat splattered all over the carpet and her dress but she couldn't see from her blurred vision.

She raised her head slowly, her body shaking slightly as she brought a hand to her poor temple as if feeling the headache coming. Her vision returned to normal, but the pounding between her ears did not cease.

As she removed her hand from her temple, she felt something running down her neck. She wiped away the moisture only to be greeted by a splotch of red and her panic kicked in for a moment. Calm down Bulma, it's a little blood. Your conscious, you can think coherently you just had a fall no big deal you can patch yourself up. It was then she felt the liquid running down her arm and into her hand.

Sure she'd had injuries before, and her rational brain told her panicking would only cause more trouble. Bulma knew not to panic but the pain in her head and as she felt blood run along her cheek and along her lips began to run that rationale part away.

Damnit just how stupid am I?

Obviously, she was being hard on herself and skittish at the head injury. Never the less she just needed to find her parents and get this looked at. Her mom might freak but she needed medical attention right now and it was a priority. Her evening's plans were all completely ruined now as she tried to contemplate everything she'd have to get checked out for.

She managed to grab the railing and slowly make her way back up the steps towards her parent's room. Even if she felt dizzy and wobbly she was still able to keep her focus and balance. She had to be careful this time as she slowly reached the top step that had nearly killed her.

Maybe she was beign slightly dramatic but she could imagine the papers, 'Bulma Briefs death by chocolate'

As she stepped away from the railing her ankle sparked in pain making Bulma glance down at the swelling she had missed. Clearly she hadn't realized she'd twisted her poor leg in the fall, could anything go right for her? Seriously?

Just keep calm Bulma. A little pain and we'll reach mom's room and everything will be okay. Maybe I can take that break I need-! Yeah that was some motivation she needed.

Feeling relived as she knew this could be an excuse for her and as she slowly pushed herself around the first set of doors she knew it would be just another fifty feet till she reached their room.

Of course, she wasn't expecting to run into a wall that appeared from nowhere.

She slipped backwards her poor bottom eating another fall for a second time in five minutes, of course Bulma knew that no wall could move and would be in a rounded hallway, which meant it was only one person.

Her lips pressed together, Bulma looked up slightly surprised or maybe relieved to see the only person who could be there at this time of night- Vegeta.

She blinked for a moment, just trying to register this was actually Vegeta and not some trick of her possible concussion. Why would Vegeta even be there, he wasn't due to end his training for another three hours at least. So just why was he here?

Also, for her mind, he looked very rough. Almost as bad when the gravity machine had exploded. His eyes were strained and bloodshot, his body was covered in bruises and small cuts, she could see the open wounds and burned skin where he'd been obviously hit by something.

His teeth were barred and he looked non to pleased to see her, his pupils were also dilated as if his eyes had grown. It didn't look anything like Vegeta she was used to seeing.

It didn't help that as she lay on her bottom she could see him looking down at her like she was his evening meal. "Veg-Vegeta?" She squeaked out, not trying to sound meek but she couldn't help herself damit.

She wondered if maybe he had heard her fall and had to come and check up on her. She scratched that thought off quickly.

Unfortunately for Bulma, Vegeta just remained there and stared at her, which completely crept her out. Vegeta barely spoke his allotted ten words for the day, but this was still unusual for the saiyan prince, which was why she was at lesat hoping for a grunt, cough, anything.

Any day Vegeta, you can say something.

This moment became almost unbearable and weird; Vegeta did normally scare the hell out of people but it was with a cocky smirk or grin on his face. Almost like he enjoyed seeing people jump, even it was threatening her life, Yamcha's or Goku's at any point in time.

Then she heard him, he began to growl that sounded not like his usual threatening tone, but one of a savage animal.

Surely he wasn't that upset that she had run into him, or that he had gotten hurt, right? They weren't enemies- or even friends- but why was he doing this? He had to just be pissed off and she was in the wrong place and wrong time.

Maybe he was in pain and she just made it worse? That must be it and his behavior; this had to be the only reason she'd seen him that pissed off.

Vegeta growled again, even louder she could feel it echo off the walls.

After another few seconds, where he didn't even move but continue to stare at her, Bulma felt her mind click into a flight mode. She backed away slowly on her bottom before moving to stand, hopefully he'd just let her walk away.

Sadly, Vegeta wasn't letting her go. Bulma's gasp was caught from escaping her lips as Vegeta grabbed her by the leg and pulled her into his chest.

Maybe she'd really done it somehow and Vegeta was just not in the mood for playing games. She couldn't escape the saiyan prince and she couldn't even draw enough breath to scream. Her headache was causing too many problems.

The world shifted, everything becoming a blur as she couldn't register sights around her.

Everything was just a wash except for the pain as he had grabbed her by the swollen part of her ankle. One moment she was grabbed by the leg the next she was trapped between a wall and Vegeta's chest. It was so tight she could feel her ribs straining to allow enough air into her lungs. Her eyes were closed as she tried to breathe, but he wasn't letting her even do that very much.

Bulma's head was spinning and it was hard to focus on where she was as her eyes were filled with the face of a burning onyx eyes. He could have been looking into her soul for how hard he was staring at her.

Her eyes locked with his, and Bulma realized the position she was in, her breasts were shoved into Vegeta's very warm body, his hips were against her own and his hands were holding her ass and back but not even moving. Sure, she had men and Yamcha in somewhat similar situations like this but the intensity of it was so foreign. Due to Vegeta's proximity and it was so close it made her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Bulma! Get a grip, Vegeta is going to murder you!

What was getting in her head? She was focused more on the feeling of his body against hers than her situation. He looked like he was going to kill her! Hell she wouldn't lie that Vegeta was drop dead sexy, but she never interested in his royal pain in the ass. Maybe if he said thank you, or smiled more but- Wait what? She must have been going crazy to even be thinking this right now of all times.

Shortly, her haze was snapped as she stopped her breathing when Vegeta leaned his face closer to hers and his face was just an inch from her own. Please no! I Do. Not. Want. Him. To. Kiss. Me! She told herself, but the blow to her head must've told her body otherwise as her lips trembled. He always told her how ugly she was, how she was weak, and stupid she had to be with Yamcha. He loved to mock her affections with others as pointless acts.

Thankfully, Bulma was able to relax as Vegeta moved from her lips. Something else had drawn him and caused his change in reaction in such a feral manner. He brought one hand up from her ass and adjusted her head turning it slightly towards him. Bulma didn't dare to breathe, wondering just what in the hell he was doing until she felt it.

His tongue, warm and wet licked against the side of her head.

Vegeta's other hand moved her hair away as he drew her head closer giving him better access to her injury.

Bulma froze, her entire body including her toes trembled as she wasn't sure if there was any real reaction she could be having at this moment. Thankfully, Vegeta wasn't kissing her, not at the same time a little disappointed by that face she had a few dreams… about how the saiyan would taste. But her dirty thoughts shifted as she wondered just what he doing licking the blood from her head?

Was he sick? Was she for letting him to it?

Vegeta sometimes enjoyed fresh cut meats, and would eat things that weren't properly cooked, the blood would often run from his lips as he bit into flesh as if it were his kill. The action mildly disturbing for her. That reminder made her realize that this couldn't be good at all. Although he probably wouldn't eat her… she was being dramatic.

Vegeta didn't pay her situation any mind, as he lapped at her head, his tongue running along the small cut in her skin slowly before retracting back into his mouth. He pulled back from her and she watched as he brought a finger to her mouth, her eyes watching as the small wounds were all over the finger, a small trickle of blood had come out and bled through over his digits.

Bulma watched as he brought it to her lips, just hovering there as his gaze become harder. More full of emotion that she couldn't place. What was he doing? But he pressed his finger against her unmoving lips and she could already taste his blood.

Bulma wasn't sure if this was some strange gesture on his part, but he wasn't trying to kill her, he had apparently licked her wound maybe he wanted her to do the same? While disgusted at the thought of licking his filthy fingers she was aware that he might get rougher with her if she didn't, leaving her with little options.

She didn't want to anger Vegeta, not like this of course and she wanted to avoid a fight at any cost. Yes, it wasn't a safe option or sanitary but it was her only real choice. Maybe it would distract him or maybe he'd let her go.

She did it, she opened her mouth and brought his bloody finger into his. She was aware that she was doing something either highly erotic, or disgusting but it was her only option as his metallic taste filled her mouth as she licked his gently sucking on his wound until it was clean.

He withdrew his hand making her almost feel that was what he had wanted, but he moved his hands down around her hips and lifted her up so that her knees were touching his chest. Moving past her light skirt he buried his nose against the side of her thigh dragging up and down her leg and breathing in heavily. She felt his voice shift into a purr against her skin as he did the same to her other leg.

Bulma felt herself shaking slightly, but it wasn't because she was afraid. She just didn't know what he was doing but was making her body feel tingly. She was so overwhelmed by all of this that she guessed her hormones were just out of control, or maybe her body was.

Her mind froze again as she felt Vegeta's tongue press against her cool skin and she felt her head roll back against the wall her face becoming red with embarrassment. This had to be a dream.

He licked at her swollen ankle, slowly caressing the skin in a way that brought no pain to her. Except once he drew up from her ankle he continued to go further up to her knee and then along her thigh.

She should do something, anything right now but she couldn't, she was lost in a haze of shock and pleasure.

Bulma's mouth hung agape as she felt his tongue press against her panties. Her face body became so hot it was unbearable. Never had she felt like this with any man as Vegeta was tasting her body. She prayed to kami that somehow Vegeta would come to his senses and stop, but deep inside her dark thoughts were crying for the saiyan prince.

She should be yelling at him, fighting him, she had a boyfriend for Kami's sake! But she couldn't push him away as her hands were in his black upswept mane. She was so powerless as she found her voice locked in her body.

"Vegeta…" She moaned softly, but no response but a low growl.

Then her world changed again as Vegeta buried himself into her panties shoving hit tongue inside of her body as she didn't know if she was pushing his head away or pulling it closer. Her body was so hot right now as she felt her body becoming aroused.

Dear God! Was all she could think as she didn't believe it herself as Vegeta's tongue slipped past her panties and ran along her womanhood up to her clit. Her body shaking against the growls he gave off rumbling up through her spine the vibrations causing her body to feel the pleasure all over and she rocked her hips against his face.

"Woman."

Bulma knew that wasn't Vegeta playing with her. She should have been scared at least, but she was becoming so turned on that she didn't think about fear as she felt her body attempting to reach its climax.

Vegeta…Why?

Her mind tried to focus but she couldn't. Her body was just going off the situation, because there's no way she'd have feelings for him. He was a cold-blooded murderer, she didn't want to be with someone like him.

She gripped his hair tighter, but she didn't act. All her thoughts were draining out of her as she felt his tongue swirling over her clit. Yamcha was never like this with her, he was attentive to her needs but Vegeta was a whole new plateau of sensations.

Then it hit her, and she felt her eyes roll back into her eyes as she uttered a small gasp of pleasure as her climax hit her. His warm breath and tongue broke the dam holding back her release. It was satisfying, and dirty but so wrong as she only imagined the face of her boyfriend and how she was betraying him right now. Tears sprung from her eyes as the high rolled off her body, so ashamed of herself.

Then Vegeta stopped, as if frozen.

Bulma, was panting slightly, looked down at his spiky mane of hair wondering just what was he going to do now, only to watch him turn his black gaze up at her but instead of that gaze that held him like a trance it was replaced with anger. Before her mouth could open to protest, she slid down the wall and landed on the carpet. Her eyes blinking in a moment as she found herself in a guest room blinking at the undisturbed surroundings.

Vegeta had left.

Confused and completely ashamed from the encounter, Bulma felt where Vegeta's tongue been against her head, the blood was still there but the wound wasn't bleeding nearly as bad, most of it had dried out in her hair. Apparently Vegeta hadn't been as thorough as she imagined him to be, but as she remained there completely disturbed by what had gone on.

Now just what in the hell was going on?

R&R

MB